The dysfunctional love grabs
the ocean to drown the Himalayas one time.
I say you cannot succeed.
Who tells your fortune
after sunset? Nobody pardons the fire,
that cares the burnt- out tongue.
The fangs of black cobra
are ready to strike the full white moon,
which fails to give you honey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem